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  • Dear god what a day of work. (Longish)

    SOOOOOOOOOO, what a day. It started nice enough, but then around 9 the tech support decided to update our registers, putting a big fat Support America in the background, new graphics for all the buttons etc. Someone wanted coffee, I already made it but he still said it was really cold and bad tasting, so I agreed to make more. During this time, he went to a stack of beer, and the next thing I know I'm missing two six-packs, he's gone. Then the system was being updated AGAIN, to get rid of the support america picture, so I literly couldn't ring ANYONE up, and there were dozens of people in line. After many people were done bitching and left, I put a closed sign, and got the new coffee out. I came out, and SOMEHOW the door got unlocked and people were inside. When I came around the counter, something really shocked me. Someone was BEHIND the counter, AT my register. Some young girl. I freally freaked out, and she ran, she said I was taking too long and she just wanted to ring up her own coke, and she knows how to do it cause she worked at Fred Meyers before. Thankfully it didn't look like anything was stolen.

    The system FINALLY got working, but was scanning everything wrong! That coke was scanning at 20 dollars a pop! When I tried to do a price-check, it would say the price of a backpack. We don't even SELL backpacks. I saw some lady getting some fountain soda in one of our plastic cups that sell for 1.99. She then ran out to her van, and was getting in without paying. I ran out and started screaming at her. She then handed me her debit card and told me to run it as credit cause she was in a rush. I told her she had to come in, I can't do that. Of course during that time, I had people starting to walk out with 12 packs of beer, saying the money was on the counter. Some of it was beer I don't ever recall ever stocking, let alone selling. I'm trying to figure out when the hell we ever got said beer since we didn't even have any delveries that day or yesterday, when that dude that stoled the two six-packs of beer came back! He was getting dozens of fountain soda! He had a case of it, with about 10 fountain soda cups filled in it. I'm trying to tell him to get the F out, but my voice gave out. I just could NOT talk. I tunred to call police, when he deciced to leave, stealing the fountain soda, AND a can of coke.


    I finally woke up. So, has anyone else ever had freaky dreams about their job?
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    I used to have nightmares about working the front end at Wal-Mart during hurricane season. Customers kept coming up to my till with lawn furniture, saying that they wanted to purchase it now, but could I hold it at the register until the hurricane was over? Because they didn't want it to blow away

    And for some reason, I always dream that I've shown up to work drastically late, as in, an hour before my shift would end, or that I keep falling asleep instead of getting ready. Oddly enough, I have never been late for work, save for one occasion when I was a whole five minutes late, or the time when my Dad thought it would be brilliant to drive the car to Jacksonville and get stuck in a traffic jam, causing me to be over two hours late.
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      God Plaidman, that punch line at the end was hilarious. You had me going "What? No way! What the hell?"
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        The worst I ever had was one job where I spent the entire day typing on a TYPEWRITER! This was way before PCs. I was working in a title company and I had to type six-part forms (original and five carbon copies) of legal descriptions of properties. Legal descriptions have to EXACTLY match the description filed with the county, mistakes and all.

        I started dreaming every night that I was typing. It seemed like all night long. IBM Selectrics, specifically tan ones like the ones in the office, haunted my dreams. I still hate them.
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